At myself to let you get
Behind my eyes and find
Your fondness looking back
The body is such a hall of mirrors
As hell must be finding only oneself
Repeated and repeated but you
Have smashed all the images
Just to watch in the smashing how
Into fragments and petals
The body unravels
Or else why come all the way
Into a body yours or mine
If not to make it a purer thing
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